The date of your last letter was June 7 — so that two months have elapsed since you wrote it, and I am only
just now sitting down to reply. The fault, Heaven knows, has not been mine. I have suffered worse than death — not so much
from the Cholera as from its long-continued consequences in debility and congestion of the brain — the latter, possibly,
attributable to the calomel taken.

I have at length, however, been able to give your propositions full consideration — and I confess that I
hesitate. “To fail” would be ruinous — at least to me; and a $3 Magazine (however well it might succeed
(temporarily) under the guidance of another) would inevitably fail under mine. I could not undertake it con amore. My heart would
not be in the work. So far as regards all my friends and supporters — so far as concerns all that class to whom I
should look for sympathy and nearly all of whom I proposed to see personally — [page 2:]
the mere idea of a “$3 Magazine” would suggest namby-pambyism & frivolity. Moreover, even with a far more
diminished circulation than you suggest, the profits of a $5 work would exceed those of a $3 one.

I most bitterly lament the event which has detained me from se Louis — for I cannot help thinking that, in a
personal interview, I could have brought you over to my plans. I fear that now it is too late. But a Mag. might be issued in
July very well — and if you think it possible that your views might be changed, I will still visit you at St L.
As yet, I am too feeble to travel; but by the time your reply to this reaches me, I shall have gained sufficient strength to set out. It
is not impossible, indeed, that, with energy, the first number might yet be issued in January. I will, therefore, await, in Richmond,
your answer to this.